Mama was a haystack
Daddy was a burlap sack
Crows on my back
While I'm lookin' up o'er the grain!
Crucified straw man
Ever since I began
God's master plan
Never specified a brain!
And I know
That it's my mission
But with all
The time I've got
Lord I'm findin'
Myself wishin
I could spend
It deep in thought
Mama was a haystack
Daddy was a burlap sack
God take me back
‘Cause there's nothing
In my head, ‘cept for stuffin'
And I don't know what to think
About that